This is the big break down and I'm in it.
This is the big shake up and it's me that's
on the choppin' block, likin' it or not,
I'm in a wilderness cold as the Iditarod.
This is the crucible and I'm the burning brand,
child crushed and caressed by the Father's hand.

My heart is filthy oh, I kind of like it though.
I'm hearin voices, talking in stereo.
One's like a siren's song slowly seducing me,
one's like a lullaby, I wanna close my eyes.

If I would be His son He calls follow me and die,
in Christ I have a place but there is none for my pride.
I must admit I nearly didn't get the message clear,
because a proud man finds God hard to hear.
I didn't heed the word He had to use a mega-phone
to get the message home, I know that I am not my own.